4 am knows all my secrets. Words from an Insomniac still trying to find her way. Will you wait for me. Will you hold my head up. Even when the pain is near. Will you close my eyes. If I should want to rest. Would you lie for me. If it meant that I would live. Would you hide me well. When all my fears creep in. Would you accept each sacrifice. With this life I live.

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A place for my silly poems, etc. The world is a sunset. Is the mist, rising. I feel love is numbered. Who is there for me? I look at you, thought. Put tomorrow out of your mind. You look like the kind of guy. When she was still fresh and pretty.

And in those dayswhen we would wander in the woods,your hand would findmy secret places.

The air is thick with natural vibrations. My body moves in rythym. I need to sleep so let yourself out just clean up your mess on your way. I can feel the air vibrate around you fingers. Oh! Equals one plus one. It all comesfrom a single pointand it all goesto a single point. Tiny white flowersfloat down to medrfitingfrom your tree of life. It is her shadow Her eye, her touch her voice. She, I am, is woman.